The Golden Visit
The gold was heavy, heavier than lead, and it burned against the palms of Prasong Charoensuk with a heat that defied the chill of the dry season. He woke with the fragments embedded in his skin, not just held in his hand but growing out of the flesh like splinters of bone. The dream was always the same: a road of beaten gold stretching across the Chao Phraya delta, shattered into a thousand...
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